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Driving around the block twice, he looked for anyone sitting in a car, walking along the street, acting suspicious.
He was upset for Kara and what she must be feeling. She kept so many emotions bottled up inside that she had never learned how to process, so they came out in anger. She was a bundle of tension, and all he wanted to do was give her some peace. There were times when he felt her truly relax, especially after sex, when she fell asleep in his arms. Sometimes, when they were alone at his place, chatting about work or movies.
She didn’t relax enough. He wanted to change that. This deception by her old team was going to tear her apart. It would hurt for a long time. He didn’t know how to fix it, other than to just be there for her when she needed him.
It was near the end of his second trek around the block, when he was driving the street parallel to Colton’s, that something caught Matt’s peripheral vision.
Two men dressed in black walking down the side of a house. From here, they could go through two backyards and be in Colton’s backyard.
He called Kara.
“Yep.”
“Two men are approaching from the back. I’ll be out front in thirty seconds. Watch yourself and keep the line open.”
“Copy that,” she said.
He lost sight of the men as he drove down the street toward Colton’s corner. He sent Michael a quick message alerting him, though it would take him too long to get here.
A van pulled up in front of the house and cut Matt off at the intersection. One man wearing a ski mask jumped out and held a semiautomatic rifle on Matt while two others ran to the front of the house.
“Kara! Men are approaching front and back! I’m pinned down.”
The gunman hadn’t yet fired his weapon, but he had it pointed in Matt’s direction.
“Don’t get dead,” Kara said. “I got this.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
Matt slammed the car into Reverse. The gunman opened fire, aiming at his front tires and grill. A bullet ricocheted off his hood and shattered part of his windshield, the safety glass cracking, but not breaking. Yet. One more bullet would do it.
“Matt!”
“I’m okay, they’re shooting at the car.”
“I have a ride. Get out of here.”
“What ride?”
His car was rolling backward. Steering was tight, and he fought to maintain control. Over the car speaker he heard a motorcycle start up.
“Kara—”
“Trust me. I got Violet. Go.” She ended the call.
He backed up, hit another car, did a one-eighty and drove away.
They didn’t pursue.
He called 911.
Kara had Violet out of the house as soon as Matt told her that two men were approaching. She knew as well as Matt that they’d have two teams coming for them. Whether they were after Kara or Violet, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t taking chances.
She didn’t want to tell Matt how much of a risk she was taking, because he wouldn’t have left her, and she didn’t know what these people had planned. Kidnapping or murder? Or kidnapping, torture, then murder? None of the options appealed to her because every idea she had ended in her being dead.
She broke the lock on Colton’s garage. She had to believe with all her heart that Colton kept his bike in top running order like usual, even when he was in deep cover. She had to also have faith that it was still here, in his garage.
Because if it wasn’t, this was going to be a short-lived escape.
